In college, my friends and I would constantly try to one-up each other with our sexcapades. If it wasn’t the quantity (“Three times last night, bitches!â€?) it was the creative positions (“Flying fish sandwich, anyone?â€?) or exciting locations (“50 Yard line at the Big Houseâ€?). And while I loved to play along and try to keep up with my girls, I fou… Click to read more